Yellow (7): Richard, Jim, Kevin, Gerald, Julius, Chris, Ben
Red (6): Tufan, Colin, Daniel, Ahmet, Prit, Nick
Nine of us joined by four of them. Just in case the melting snow wasn’t enough, a good overnight downpour ensured the Rye was very waterlogged.
Impressive start by Yellow who kept possession and pinged the ball around like Spain for the first ten minutes but could find no way through. Eventually mid way through the half Red broke the deadlock and promptly went 3-0 up. Then, one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen. Nick sprinted back to help hinder a Yellow attack but just before he got to the lose ball and with no one else particularly near, his foot caught in the turf and flipped him so quickly that he couldn’t raise his arms in time to break the fall and he landed hard, face first in the soggiest patch on the pitch. Buster Keaton would have been proud.
We moved the pitch at half time because it had become a bog. The new one became just as bad in five minutes, but it was tiny so we stopped five minutes in and increased the size. Red lost Nick, he damaged his ankle in the fall. And Ben from Yellow departed too for reasons unclear. It was a very close game, both teams fighting hard for the win but with about two minutes to go (and for the second week in a row) the winning goal came in the last couple of minutes. It’s two weeks since I started writing this report, saving drafts along the way, but I’m sure it was Julius who won it, poking in the loose ball that had dribbled out of the melee in front of the Red goal.
Final score: Yellow 7 – 6 Red